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Lyrics and Songs 

Sacred and Secular 



BY 
MRS. E. G. PEMBER 



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ANGEL GUARDIAN PRESS 
BOSTON 






Copyright, 1913 
E. G. PEMBER 



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Preface 



The authoress of the poems in this little book has 
composed them from time to time during the 
leisure hours of some few years. When they were 
begun, there was no intention of publication but, as 
they have been well received by many readers and advisers, 
she has decided to have them printed in book form. 

She desires very cordially to thank the editors of The 
Pilot, The Sacred Heart Review and The Dedham Trans- 
cript, for their courtesy in allowing them to appear in 
their respective columns. 

With the hope that these efforts may receive from the 
public due consideration, she commends them accord- 
ingly. 



The Rev. FREDERICK PEMBER 



November, 1913. 

West Roxbury, 

Mass. 



CONTENTS 













PAGE. 


Phyllis 1 


A Love Song 










2 


A Serenade 










3 


The Fairies 










4 


A Spring Idyl 










6 


A Spring Song . 










7 


Spring Vers^ 










8 


Summer: A Reverie 










9 


''As We Go a- Maying'' 










11 


Winter 










12 


Her Valentine 










13 


The Last Fly of Summer 










14 


But Not ''Beautiful Snow" 










16 


Driving Home the Cow 










17 


A Vineyard 










18 


Going to Bethlehem 










22 


Christmas 










. 24 


Feast of the Nativity . 










25 


Ave Maria 










27 


The King's Journey . 










28 


A Meditation 










32 


Pilgrims of Life . 










34 


The Precious Blood . 










. 35 


Munda Cor Meum 










37 


Presentation In Temple 








. 38 


The Presentation In The Temple 








. 40 


Kyrie Eleison . 








41 


The Introit 








. 42 


Gloria In Excelsis Deo 








. 43 


Credo In Unum Deum 


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. 45 











PAGE. 


Easter 47 


The Resurrection of Our Lord 








48 


Easter 








50 


He Has Risen 








. fl 


The Ascension 








63 


The Ascension 








54 


Feast of Pentecost 








55 


The Holy Name of Jesus 








56 


The Royal Road 








57 


An Oblation 








58 


The Way to Heaven . 








. 59 


Pilgrims and Strangers Upon Ear 


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. 60 


A Hymn to Jesus 








. 61 


Feast of SS. Peter and Paul 








62 


De Profundis 








. 64 


Hope .... 








65 


Holy Communion 








67 


Before The Tabernacle 








. 68 


A Prayer 








70 


Easter Day 








. 71 


Canticles III— VIII . 








. 72 


Mother Julian 








. 73 


Tempus Fugit 








75 


The Dying Year 








76 


The Ships of My Dreams 








77 


The Golden Wedding 








. 78 


On a Pair of Baby's Shoes 








. 79 



Phyllis 



Phyllis went a-maying, 

With her lover true 
Cupid, following after, 

With bow and arrows, too. 

Cupid fell a-crying 

Yet they say he's blind ! 

"I have lost an arrow, 
Which I cannot find!" 

Phyllis soothed his weeping, 
"Your arrow, dear, is safe; 

Within my heart 'tis keeping 
A welcome little waif!" 

Phyllis now is married 
To lover — husband true; 

Cupid with them tarried 
Nor did loss of arrow rue. ^ 

Sweet content their portion, 
Bright sunshine of the heart 

"Every day a May-day, 
Till death do us two part!" 



A Love Song 

Amaryllis is my love, 
No maiden can be fairer; 
Proud am I, for she loves me, 
No other can be dearer, 
She is modest, kind and good. 
Always in a merry mood, 
Sweet and gracious, full of fun, 
Sure she'll never be a nun. 

O, Amaryllis, my true love! 

Adorable and tender; 
Thy hidden secret I can solve, 

And heart's devotion tender! 

There is no maiden in this world 
Compares with Amaryllis, 
And when the roses blush again. 
We will share Life's chalice — 
With circling ring of purest gold. 
Will pledge The Vows which ne'er grow old, 
Nor prayer of Mother Church with-hold; 
Walk hand in hand till Death do part 
Myself and Amaryllis — 

Oh ! Amaryllis, my pure love 
So true, so sweetly tender; 
My knightly homage do I give — 
And all my heart surrender. 



A Serenade 

Sleep, oh, sleep, 
Beloved of my heart; 
Sleep and rest, 
While we are apart, 
No evil dreams. 
Thine innocence assail, 
Holy peace and purity 
O'er each thought prevail, 
Good Night, Sweetheart, 
Whom I love so well! 
Thou my beloved one 
In my heart dwell! 

Love watch o'er thee, 
All through the night 
Calm be thy slumber, 
Naught thee affright — 
Blessed Virgin Mother 
Ever pure and fair, 
Keep my beloved one , 
Within thy care — 
Good Night, Sweetheart, 
Happy dreams be Thine; 
With the morning light 
Joy then be mine! 



The Fairies 

A Fantasie 
Up in floating Cloudland 

Down in vale and glen; 
Fairies all a-hiding 

Out of sight of men. 
Tiny folk in green, 

Trooping all together; 
Wearing crimson caps 

With a snowy feather. 

Each has a pair of wings, 

Of filmy gossamer; 
Woven from the cobwebs 

Spun by spiders rare, 
You may see them fluttering 

Through the starry night; 
While the silver moon 

Sheds her soft pale light. 

Daintily — mistily, 

In the moonlight fair; 
Wee folk — airy folk 

Tripping here and there; 
Dance till day's eye open, 

Then vanish into space; 
Mortals may not find them; 

Gone is every trace ! 

Yearning lullabies they chant, 

Under cloudy skies: 
Angel mothers mourn and weep 

O'er their piteous cries! 
For 'tis writ in ancient scrolls, 

Old wives' stories tell, 
These are babes whose unblessed souls 

Are fated here to dwell 
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Paradise to them unknown, 

They are not doomed to pain; 
Thro' no fault of theirs, do they 

On this earth remain ! 
Bereft of Font and Priest 

Their souls in human form: 
In airy lightness and unrest 

Roam this world, forlorn! 

Until the end of Time, 

When banishment will cease; 
Each mother claim her own. 

Restored to love and peace. 
Airy folk— Fairy folk, 

Weeping in the night; 
Tiny folk — Wee folk 

Joyous in the light. 



A Spring Idyl 

When Springtime comes again, 

For thee, dear love, and me; 

Our hearts will sing in joyous mirth, 

Earth's new nativity. 

As gentle gales enwrap us. 

While wandering down the lane. 

In sweetly perfumed odors, 

When Springtime comes again. 

When Spring days come again, love, 

Awaked from Wintry sleep; 

The kindly light of peaceful dawn 

Enchants each mountain steep; 

The rosy flush of early morn. 

Welcomes her spouse the sun; 

Her bridesmaids in each orchard grouped 

Their duties new begun. 

When Springtime comes again, love, 

With all its hopes and bliss 

The cheerful birds their mating songs. 

Pour forth in tenderness, 

Fair flowers, daughters of the earth. 

In beauteous colors blend; 

Hid in promised verdure green. 

Their secret fragrance send. 

When Spring days come again, love, 
Beneath her sunny skies; 
We will impart our mutual dreams, 
Emblems of Paradise; 
Then by the shallow dimpling brooks, 
Loosed from ice bound chain; 
Our early vows once more renew, 
When Springtime comes again! 
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A Spring Song 

Fair Mistress Spring! Where art thou hiding? 

From all thy waiting lovers, real and true? 
Draped in mysterious robes of filmy mist, 

With dewy tear-drops in thine eyes of blue. 

Thou bashful maiden ! wrapped in sombre clouds, 
Thou puttest on a countenance of woe; 

Then if the North wind fair would thee embrace, 
Thou guardst thy charms with shield of virgin snow. 

Capricious maid! wooing the summer winds, 

Luring timid buds from sleeping trees; 
Coaxing shy flowerets from the heart of Mother Earth, 

Shrinking from the Storm King's cruel breeze. 

In pensive meditation thou dost calmly wait 
Until Old Winter's requiem is surely sung; 

Then in the darkness of the dreaming night, 
O'er woods and vales thy tender green is flung. 

O Mistress Spring! Thy charm is ever new, 
Thine heralds are the happy, singing birds; 

With joyous welcome they salute the radiant sun. 
Who, gliding round Earth's orb, his golden cincture 
girds. 

We give thee hearty greeting, beauteous Spring, 

The savage airs of Winter thou dost put in tune; 
With tinkling brooks, sweet mirth of birds and hum of 
bees, 
Then haste thee to be crowned our Queen by regal 
Lady June. 



Spring Verses 



"The Spring is like a young maid, 
Who does not know her mind." 

L. E. L. 
Coy little maiden ! lurking in the woods, 
Playing hide and seek with her lovers; 
Coquetting with the sun, in a green and misty hood, 
Kissing the flowerets she uncovers. 

Shy little maiden, loth to show her face. 

Shrouded in a veil of virgin white; 
Weeping with the clouds, when showers fall apace; 

Laughing in the sun's warm light. 

Wavering little maiden! who does not know her mind, 
Flirting with old Winter in the North; 

Idling every day with the sweet South wind, 
Uncertain when the buds burst forth. 

Busy little maiden ! in the silence of the night, 

Dressing the lawns and the woods, 
For a visit from the Sun, in his golden chariot borne, 

By the Hours in their merriest moods. 

Dainty little maiden! Welcome thy sweet charm! 

Dancing thy changeful life away; 
Tripping o'er the meadows, with a retinue of flowers, 

Thou fairest little Queen of May! 



Summer: A Reverie 

In quiet loveliness the dawn awakes us, 
With scented breath from fragrant flowers: 
Ascending incense to their radiant king. 

Each little nesting bird, 

In fluty pipings heard 
Rejoicing, in the marvels of the greenrobed morn. 
Hailing the flight of sombre Night, 
Of all its fearsome terrors shorn. 

In shimmering waves the noonday glows, 
Inviting fainting Earth, to slumberous dreams; 
Sighing for showers and breeze. 
Swaying drooping trees 
Lean over lazy brooks, 
Creeping through quiet nooks. 
Reflecting trembling shadows. 
In the shallow streams. 

In drowsy calm 

The peaceful kine repose 
While gauzy insects, flitting to and fro, 
In sunny bliss dance merrily 
Their little span of life, until its close. 

The tireless Sun, his course being run, 
In mellowing softness of his burning ray; 
With sumptuous robes, sinks in the golden West. 
Rejoicing as a giant, to have run his day. 

A trail of gorgeous clouds. 

Spread far in clustered crowds. 
Prophetic heralds of his kingly birth, 
Perpetual token of his tryst with Earth. 
Departing, daylight sadly bows her head, 
And bids the wearied toiler seek his lowly bed, 
There lay him down in peace, and take his rest 
Serenely calm, upon his Master's breast. 
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The deepening gloom of ever solemn Night, 
Falls softly, as a dim mysterious veil, 

Draped by hands unseen 

Alights upon the darkening green 
Slowly misty vapors rise 
Like silent tears from fairy eyes, 
Weeping for the gift, 
Which prudent Night denies. 

Silence o'er the Earth doth glide, 

Timidly all creatures hide. 
Save bolder foes, who haunt the woodland wide. 

Darker the Night ! Illumed by myriad stars, 
Suspended in the clear, ethereal sky. 
The placid Moon, with pure, pale light 
Meekly reflects her hero Sun's bold might, 

Their secret history. 

No mortal man may know! 
With voice and sound unheard 
Throughout the swift revolving world, 
In silent majesty they shine. 
The heavens proclaim, in loud acclaim 
"The Hand that made us is Divine!" 



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As We Go a-Maying" 

On this misty morn in May, 
Song birds lilting many a lay 

To greet the dawn of day. 
Lightly o'er the dewy grass, 
Trippeth many a dainty lass. 

With dance and roundelay. 

Perfumed flowers around them bloom, 
Diamonds bright on hedge and combe 

To deck the new born day. 
Heart and voices intertwining, 
Laughter, pleasure, all combining 

To sing the praise of May. 

Every youth lifts up his voice, 
Every maiden makes her choice 

On this radiant day. 
Whispering lovers, hand in hand, 
Wander gaily o'er the land, 

This merry day of May. 

Now the bashful swains would say. 
What their looks too oft convey 

On this holiday. 
Maidens dream of happiness, 
Thrilling in first love's caress, 
Confiding in their loveliness, 

Each maid a Queen of May. 

Oh, the merry time of May! 
Always welcome, always gay! 
Ever o'er us keep thy sway, 
This, and every day! 

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Winter 



Oh cheerful and bright is Winter time — 
When the sun shines forth through frost and rime 
The trees with tiaras of diamonds gleam, 
And the dead dry grass with tear-drops teem. 
The North wind sends forth in lifegiving wealth 
His store of ozone for our daily health; 
Dame Nature, in sad-colored garments 'tis true, 
Yet smiles in her wan-ness a welcome for you — 
Though she buries her dead in perfect peace, 
Knowing Spring and Summer will never cease. 

But fearsome and weird is Winter time, 

With frowning skies and stormy seas; 

While ghostly sprites in garments of snow 

Drop solemnly silent on sleeping trees — 

Old Boreas trumpets his icy breath 

In pitiless scorn of suffering and death. 

All Nature is speechless, and living things hide 

From hungry foes in the woodland wide; 

The frozen land, both barren and dry, 

With darkness adds horror, to earth and to sky — 

And yet there is glory in Winter time; 
Clear days when the radiance of heaven shines — 
And creatures creep out to enjoy the bright sun. 
The young folks flock gaily to have their fun. 
In sliding, in skating, in shouting and noise, 
While the dear blessed Christmas adds to their joys 
The charms of sweet fellowship , dear ones and friends 
But better than all, the pathway which trends 
On that sweet Holy Morn, for the Message of Love, 
"Peace and Good Will" to men from above — 
"Deo Gratias" for all the good things we receive 
From Him, Who doth never forget nor deceive. 
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Her Valentine 

Expectation. 
O I know a merry maiden, 
Full of hope and aspiration; 
Sweet of face and form. 
Through the window she doth peep, 
Fearing lest the sun should creep 
For this is Valentine's Morn! 

How her heart will palpitate, 
Watching by the garden gate; 
For expected billet-doux! 
She has lovers by the dozen, 
Each protesting deep devotion, 
Surely ten will be her due? 

In a state of agitation, 
Quickened with imagination; 
Hastens she, to know her fate. 
With a curious sensation, 
And a proud anticipation; 
Of Cupid's missives up-to-date! 

Realization. 
How is this? What! Only onel 
All is changed to consternation! 
In her eyes, tears of vexation! 
Naught but pique and indignation! 
Her remarks beyond translation! 
Frustrated all expected fun! 

But stay! Ah! yes, this is from Himf 
Vanished is her sore chagrin; 
Comes delight and elevation; 
'Tis from the worthiest, staunch and true, 
"Whose heart is burning just for You" 
"My faithful love doth all outshine, 
"Your ever loyal Valentine." 
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The Last Fly of Summer 



Winter, an Icy Window? 

'Tis a fly of last summer; 
Left mourning alone; 
All his gauzy companions, 
Departed and gone! 
Up the slippery ascent 
He crawls, and he falls; 
His strength is all spent 
On the table he falls! 

Prone on his back, 
Feebly struggling to rise; 
His legs are quite numb, 
Salt tears in his eyes! 
"Oh! why was I born" 
He cries "to this fate; 
An object forlorn, 
A being out of date." 

I'm lame in my back 
And trembling with cold: 
There is nothing to eat, 
I am frightfully old ! 
My friends are all dead, 
I wish I were too! 
It's nothing but pain 
To live on as I do!' 



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His lament was cut short; 
A frolicsome cat, 
Springing up on the table 
Soon laid him out flat. 
The housewife swept off 
His corse in the fire- 
Oh! infinitesimal. 
Funeral pyre! 
Which ends my sad story 
And tragedy dire! 



15 



A SELECTION 

But Not "Beautiful Snow" 



Only some snow, but under it ice, 
Sufficient of snow to cover it nice; 
Only a man, proudly stalking along, 
Up go his heels, down goes the strong. 

Only a sting in his fingers cold, 
Lingers its memory till he is old ; 
Only a rent in his fine new pants 
Stopping at once all further advance. 

Only a word, but fearsome and deep! 
Causing one's blood in a chill to creep! 
Only a flaw in his garments neat 
Caused by that treacherous ice under feet- 
Only a man ! but fallen so low — 
Cursing the author of "Beautiful Snow." 
Only one wish in this world so wide] 
To discover the boy who made that slide. 



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Driving Home The Cow 



(A Down East Episode.) 

'Twas evening, very dark, and cold. 

All busy folk were fast asleep; 
But brindled cow, perverse and old, 

In distant pastures chose to keep. 

To Raccoon Beach, the farthest way 
(Twas only five miles from the Farm!) 

She wends her way, nor stops to think 
Of milking time, or barn so warm — 

Content to hear the clink, clink, clink 

Of iron bell hung round her neck: 
In bovine thought along the brink 

She lies at ease upon the shore — 

"Co'e Boss! Co'e Boss!" her owner cries. 
She will not hear — nor does she care; 

O'er the rough roads he plods along ' 
Sand and rock, the woods a snare. 

The bell he hears! Ah! found at last! 

His pungent words are very jew — ! 
Addressed to the creature in accents low; 

But what he said, must have shocked that cowl 

'Twas midnight ere they reached the barn. 
The cow retired to munch on hay; 

The wearied owner breathing a vow. 
To sell the beast next market day ! 



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A Vineyard 



A Parable. 

Thy realm O Christ, is Hke a vineyard fair 
Spread throughout the world, Thou didst create: 
And we, Thy chosen people, are charged 
When sent from Thee to dwell therein. 
With daily work to do, and vines to help repair. 

From dawn to sunset, e'en till darkness fall, 
Thy laborers work with toil and honest pain : 
(Save those who duty scorn, and thy charge disdain, 
And those uncalled for, till the day doth wane) 
So many are the vines which need the care 
Of earnest souls, who faithful to the last, 
Attend these children of the Living God. 

And lest the careless and unworthy ones 
O'ercome the good. He entrusts to some, 
Special gifts of grace, wherewith to aid 
Their weaker brethren, and with all diligence 
Enable them to flourish, and take joyful root 
Hereafter, in the new Earth, which 
At the end of time He will anew create 

Some prune the overwhelming pride, self will and ire 
Which hinder growth in holiness and grace; 
Some dig, to loosen evil habits, long embedded, 
In the roots — and thus admit those virtues 
Which will take fresh hold, and cause new sap 
To rise and form the healing leaves of health — 



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Some pluck the idle, useless weeds, 
Which choke the tender vines in growing youth — 
Others supply fresh nutriment to weakling vines 
Which faint for proper food, lack strength to thrive, 
Others advanced in years keep constant guard, 
And from the watch towers of experience, 
Notice give, of the insidious foe's approach — 

Some attend the winepress, and collect 

The precious juice, of saved souls. 

Which are preserved in vessels spiritual 

And sealed for aye, then set aside, 

For that great Feast — the marriage of the Lamb — 

The smallest child can help, each and every day 

To kill the little foes, who in guise of tiny sins 

Creep stealthily — in secrecy — and like a smold'ring fire 

Devour the tenderest of the new set vines 

No worker is refused, whose conscience is upright, 

And all are equal toilers in the Master's sight; 

All members of the chosen band, the laborers of the Lord, 

Agree to abide His wisdom in His promise of reward . 

At early dawn of day did His Voice proclaim 

And each succeeding comer heard the sa^me; 

To those who first began to do His Will 

And loyally to Him, their duty to fulfil — 

Within His mighty vineyard, so vast and wide, 

"The wages ye will earn, in sooth, I sure will pay 

Ee'n as ye work aright, until the close of day, 

"And he that shall endure unfaltering to the end" 

"Will hear from ME — Well done thou stedfast one! 

"Receive the promised wage, and be evermore My friend." 

At even tide or e'er the sun doth set 
Some still outside the gate — do wait 
Their call to work — but not yet! 
He will find some task for them to do, 
The wages be unchanged, altho' the hours be few. 

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Now twilight comes — the sky all dusky-gray, 
No more the sun is seen — so late does wane the day! 
The master comes to meet the weary toilers at the gate, 
In turn each one appears, and his day's record brings 
And stands with it before the Judge, and King of Kings! 

He knows the time each one has wrought. 

And who has earned the payment that he sought. 

Each one receives the agreed and promised wage, 

Sometimes the first employed do complain, 

At what in their poor estimate, did seem 

Treatment unjust, compared to those who entered late! 

But, He the just and righteous One, 

Knows what is right — Will He not do well? 

With what is all His own? 

To His own creatures, whom He redeemed from hell ! 

For all who serve Him faithfully in length of years. 

For all whose working days were shortened by disease 

Or any tribulation — or cut off in prime of life 

With work imperfect, but with intention pure. 

Or those who lived in ignorance, dispelled at last. 

Gained blessed leave to toil awhile 

For Him, before the chance was past. 

The same decree stands firm! 
"The first shall be equal as the last." 
And those whom I did call near eventide 
The first shall be, equality for all abide." 

For when we have labored all the livelong day 
And offered Him the best which in us lay; 
We are but servants most unprofitable 
Nor can our life, give services enough 
Him to requite, for all His gifts unspeakable, 
Far beyond all price ! 



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In weary penance we must spend our days 

Till from this earthly vineyard Our Lord will raise 

The lowly souls, who sorely contrite, work and pray. 

And from the path of perseverance endeavor not to stray. 

In sight of men and angels. Himself will surely say 

Before the great Tribunal, to those who loved the way 

"Come, Oh, ye blessed of My Father; come 

And wear the eternal crown; 

Prepared by Me for you — 

Ere time or worlds were known!" 



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Going to Bethlehem 



A Carol. 

Lo! two weary travellers, 
From Nazareth they come; 
Joseph, and Mary, sweet and fair; 
Leaving their own dear home, 
In winter weather, cold and chill, 
Obedient to their Father's Will. 

Over the hills to Bethlehem 

In the dark and stormy night. 

They find the Inn door closed to them, 

No shelter in their plight — 

No place to sleep — or kindly voice 

To bid them welcome, and rejoice. 

With patient steps they wander round, 

Seeking a refuge near, 

A ruined stable mid the rocks 

'Twas all the shelter there, 

With clumsy crib and manger, 

An ox and ass rude bound. 

So comfortless — so cold — so bare ! 
On scanty straw for bed ; 
Pure Mary laid her Baby dear, 
No pillow for His head; 
Swathed in garments poor and thin, 
While cruel breezes blew within. 

The Lord of Life and Heaven 
Willed it thus to be; 
No friend on Earth to welcome Him, 
He chose sad poverty. 
With Mary and good Joseph 
In sweet humility. 
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Then was heard soft music 

Descending from the skies 

The wondering Shepherds left their flocks. 

To gaze with reverent eyes! 

A glorious band of angels bright 

Hail this Holy Christmas night. 

In heavenly harmonies they sing, 
Such songs were never heard again! 
"Glory to God on High, our King," 
"To men on Earth, good news we bring.' 
An infant Savior born today 
In a manger laid away. 

Forth went the simple shepherds, 

To worship and adore 

In haste and wonder do they run, 

And ope the stable door; 

There behold the Child of Mary, 

The new born Savior whom she bore. 

The Heavens declare His glory. 

With marvelous, flaming Star — ' 

Which led the eager Wisemen 

From Eastern lands afar. 

In living faith — with treasures rare. 

They bow their knee — and worship there. 

We, too, will go to Bethlehem, 
With joy and grateful love; 
Like incense be our praises 
To our Father — God above; 
Because He sent His own dear Son, 
Who glory did resign 
To be the Son of Mary dear. 
And save us — every one. 



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Christmas 



O Sacred Night! more Glorious Day! 
Whereon the Sun of Life doth shine! 
With Holy Light direct from Heaven. 
O Mystery of Love Divine! 

Behold the joy which comes to men, 
The Word Incarnate — Virgin Born! 
All people shall rejoice in Him, 
All things are new this Blessed Morn! 

Thou Long expected — long desired ! 
The world in darkness, sin and shame, 
Await Thy Light beyond compare. 
Our Savior born. JESUS Thy Name. 

Unbound the toils and webs of sin, 
The lost are sought — the lost are found; 
O Wondrous Love! O Wondrous Birth! 
Sweet story told throughout the Earth! 

"This Day to us a Child is born, 

"This Day the Son of God is given! 

"The Wonderful — The Councillor 

"The Prince of Peace descends from Heaven!' 

Who from His Throne above the sky 
For our Redemption came to die! 
And by His glorious Birth this morn, 
The Lord of Hosts, the victory won. 

Praise the God of our Salvation, 
For His mercies shall endure. 
Spread o'er every Land and Nation, 
Ever faithful — ever sure. 
For He who rules in Heaven above 
Loves us His Children — He is Love! 
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Feast of the Nativity 



"Christus Natus Hodie" 

This is the story we hear To-day — 

From ages fore-shown, to years far away: 

This is the story the Shepherds' proclaim 
("The first true heralds of Jesus' Name.) 

This is the story of Bethlehem. 

"Christus Natus Hodie." 

The Christ Child came from His Father's home, 

"A tiny Babe to this world below; 

To live and to die — to suffer alone, 

"And rescue His people from shame and woe. 

Bound with the chain of a secret foe, 

Christus Natus Hodie! 

Maid Mary, His Mother, pure as the snow, 
"By angel's message did humbly know 
How God would send her His Son most dear, 
"To nourish and cherish for many a year, 
Her sole reward, would be sorrow and care, 

"Christus Natus Hodie. 

This Heavenly Babe was born tonight, 
("The courts of Heaven were all aflame!) 
Swift winged angels appearing in light — 
"To simple Shepherds — ah! wonderful sight! 
On the grassy hills of Bethlehem! 

"Christus Natus Hodie." 



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"Good tidings of great joy we bring" 

"The angels of light in choius sing 

This is the sign we bring to you 

"An Infant wrapped in swaddling clothes 

In a manger rude doth His glory expose 

"Then hasten to pay Him your homage due; 

He is the Savior born to you. 

"Christus Natus Hodie. 

The Heavenly host in glorious might 
"Unceasing their praises that Holy Night! 
Never again so marvellous a sight ! 
"The wondering Shepherds hastened to see 
This astonishing thing! How it could be? 
"The Lord hath shown us a mystery! 

"Christus Natus Hodie" 

They found the Infant in manger laid 
"With Mary His Mother, and Joseph staid: 
Sharing a stall with an ox and ass. 
"The wonderful tidings had come to pass. 
"Gloria Tibi Domini" 

Prostrate they lie — adoring they cry, 

"We see, we hear — we understand! 

We bear Him witness throughout the land. 

"Christus Natus Hodie." 



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Ave Maria 



"Ave Maria!" Sweet words of salutation — 
From angel lips, God's own ambassador! 
Direct from Him, and heaven's heights — 
Co-server with the Spirits Seven. 
Before Him day and night. 

"Full of grace!" 

O favored child of God 
Worthy of all His gifts, a peerless maiden Thou, 
With modest mien, and sweet humility 
Before the Angel thou didst bow thy head, 
Trembled, and blushed, in doubt, 
"What this should mean?" 

"The Lord is with Thee!" 

O thou pure of heart ! 
Most spotless of all maids — and blessed one 
Beyond all women born! Forever with thy Lord, 
Till Heaven and Earth depart — 
Unchangeable thy sweet obedience to His Word — 

"Blest is the Fruit of thy dear womb!" 
Jesus Thy Son — the eternal Son of God! 
Of human mother the Incarnate Child 
Descends to dwell with erring souls. 
Poor wanderers in the tangled wild 
Of sin, strayed sheep from heaven's fold — 

O holy Mother, listen to our prayer 
Comfort souls afflicted — pray for us. 
Mater Salvatoris — Ora pro nobis! 
Nunc-et in horae mortis nostra! Amen! 



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The King's Journey 



(Blessed Fr. Campion.) 

"A King once took a journey," 

A mighty King was He, 

Who left His far off home 

For love of you and me, 

He put aside His golden crown, 

His royal robes of state, 

He took upon Him form of Man 

To live in lowly strait. 

His Father's bosom He forsook 

A servant 's shape to bear, 

And dwell among the sons of men 

Their burdens sore to share . 

One snowy night in winter 

A stable mean He found, 

And in a spotless maiden's arms 

In swaddling clothes was bound — 

A little Boy — a tender Youth 
He grew in grace with all. 
Obedience and poverty 
Would His hard life befall. 
While through His early manhood 
He travelled far and near; 
In love and pity seeking 
His sheep He loved so dear. 



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As Shepherd of His Father's Fold. 
His Voice was ever heard 
Calling gently every name 
To listen to His Word : — 
And to His vineyard likewise 
A visit He did make, 
To greet His laborers working 
For their absent Master's sake 

Alas! His messengers they slew, 

His claim did so offend; 

And then in tears He left them 

Until the bitter and; 

A bounteous Feast He then did spread 

Inviting each and all; 

Opening wide His doors of love 

That they might heed the call. 

But lo! each one declined 
With prompt and rude excuse; 
In anger, yet in sorrow then, 
No more did He them choose. 
But sent His faithful servants 
To seek the lowly souls; 
Of outcasts, beggars, lepers, too 
To swell the countless rolls 

Of those who really sought Him, 
Who claimed Him for their own, ' 
His wedding guests in garments white, 
To stand before His Throne, 
Passed His three and thirty years 
While enemies grew bold ; 
He had fulfilled His journey's end, 
Then He was bought and sold ! 



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"This is the heir! O slay Him now, 
This world is ours — and He — 
We'll cast Him out — and crucify, 
No more His Face we'll see!" 
He died by hands of wicked men, 
Hanged on a rough, rude tree, 
In torment most unspeakable 
In shameful cruelty. 

Within a lonely garden tomb, 
Sealed and guarded well, 
They laid His bleeding body, 
And thus their fears did quell. 
But on the third most glorious day. 
He broke the hateful chains 
Of hideous death, of Sin and Hell 
And came to Life again. 

Sweet counsel forty days on earth, 
He held with friends grief spent; 
And promised them a Comforter, 
To be from Heaven sent. 
And while they gazed, in misty cloud 
Back to His Father went. 
Never to visit earth again 
Until the dread Judgment, 

But once again He sure will come 

As King and Judge severe; 

His Angels, ministers of wrath. 

To do His Will prepare. 

The Saints will rise to meet Him, 

For joy to see Him here 

And He will claim them wholly, 

For they are saved and dear. 



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But those who mocked and slew Him 
What woeful fate in store! 
Banished to everlasting fire, 
Closed is Heaven's door! 
In vain their piteous pleading, 
Too late! too late! their cries; 
They scorned the King while living 
And now He them denies, 

No more will He again appear, 
This world will pass away; 
A new created earth and heaven, 
Will know His mighty sway. 
Where Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Sweet Trinity of Love! 
And all His chosen people, 
Rest in blessed peace above! 



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A Meditation 



The Crib. 

Monuments imperishable! 

Attesting truly, the Wisdom of The Eternal Father; 
The meek obedience of His Well-Beloved Son; 

The sweet compassion of The Holy Comforter. 

Ah! Jesus! In that abandoned stable, 

Sole shelter in a heartless town: 
Wherein Thy Virgin- Mother found a resting place: 

Thou, O Son of God wast born! 
The Word Made Flesh. 

In simple bands did Mary swathe her Child, 

His bed, a manger, with scanty straw supplied: 
His humble guards, the lowly Ox and Ass, 

"Who Knew Their Master's Crib" 
Protected His fair limbs, with warm, sweet breath. 
From the keen inclement breeze. 
Commencing Life in Suffering ! 
For Love of me! 

The Cross 

O self-renouncing Life! most sorrowful! 

Begun in suffering — In suffering ended. 
Despised, rejected by Thine own. 
Who knew Thee not ! 
With Love unutterable. Thou didst choose to die, 
To sacrifice Thy Life — O Lamb of God ! 
All for me! 



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Ah Jesus! Torn by scourging, crowned with thorns, 
Thy Hands and Feet, pierced with iron nails 
Hung on a Cross to die in agony, 

For love of me! 
Tortured with pain — No drink 
But bitter vinegar and nauseous gall, 
To quench the Thirst, which burned 

Thy parched Throat 
Reviled, scorned, desolate at last 
Death overcame — Hate pursuedThee to the tomb. 
Then Love prevailed, upon that Resurrection Morn! 

All for Love of me! 

The Holy Eucharist. 

O Love Illimitable! 

What shall we render in return 

For this Thy Perfect Gift of Perfect Love? 

Thou Who didst lavish benefits on all 

Even Thy Precious Blood! 

Redeemer of a sinful world. 
That not being enough. Thou givest Thyself, 

For Love of me. 

Ah Jesus! To each one of us 

E'en the lowest of Thy servants, 
Thou sayest "Come to Me" 
From Heaven I came to heal my wounds" 
"To bring thee consolation for thy trials" 
"Enter My Loving Heart, there safe abide." 
"In My continual Presence thou shalt live" 
"Joy and gladness, thy perpetual crown" 
"This is My Love for thee." 



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Pilgrims of Life 



One green oasis in the dawn of youthful years. 

One gift from Heaven, to cheer this Vale of tears; 

One gleam of sunshine upon our happy days, 

One precious Promise, our saddened hearts to raise, 

One weary day of travel, with suffering and pain. 

One Eternity of gladness in Paradise to gain: 

One story for each Pilgrim, ere his journey's end unfold, 

One "Finis" for each volume — and lo! the tale is told! 

When the Book of Life is opened, on the greatest Day 

of All, 
And God's Recording Angel has scrutinized the whole: 
How blest that Happy Pilgrim, whose name is found 

therein. 
He shall receive a welcome to the shelter of "God's Inn" 
A Citizen of Heaven, in the Everlasting Land. 
His "Host," the Lord Himself, who will lead him by the 

hand. 
To the presence of The Father, and present him as a son 
Whose toils and travels over, will deserve the words: 

"Well done!" 



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The Precious Blood 



O Precious Blood! In mercy shed, 
By Him, Who is the King of Love; 
He, Lord of all the eternal worlds. 
Descended from His throne above, 
Born as man — a Babe became 
And took the blessed destined Name, 
With Abram's children to unite. 
His Blood confirmed the sacred rite. 

Then as the fatal hour drew near. 
Death's dark shadow filled His soul. 
In sorrow, born of grief and fear 
That Holy Flesh must pay the toll. 
In Bloody Sweat, strong tears and sighs 
His agonizing prayers arise: 
"O, Father, take this Cup from Me!" 
"Not as my Will, but Thine to be." 
But all in vain. "God's Will be Thine." 
Whispered by angel's voice divine,^ 

Oh, the vast burden laid on Thee! 
Sins of our humanity, 
"Stones of stumbling," Satan hurled, 
Marking his progress through the world, 
Seeking "Sons of God," as prey, 
Outcasts from heaven, in shame to stray, 
Hark, the universal cry ! 
Beseeching aid from God on high, 
"Save, Lord, we perish! Father, hear!" 
He heard! Christ's Blood, the answered 



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The Way of Tears, The Wounded Feet, 
The stinging Lash ! the Thorny Crown ! 
The piercing Nails! the torn Veins! 
Holy Life-Blood pouring down! 
The bleeding body rudely swung. 
Three hours upon a Cross it hung! 
A red-robed Victim on it then, 
Mocked and scorned — despised of men! 

Death gains his will — the fiends of Hell, 
In shades of darkness — legions fell; 
Exulting see the Champion slain. 
Henceforth victorious, Sin to reign ! 
But conquered by a mightier King, 
Jesus Supreme! O'er all will bring 
The marvels of His Precious Blood, 
Winning the whole wide world to God ! 



36 



Munda Cor Meum 



Lord of Life, create in me, 
A heart quite pure from sin; 

Cast out its darkness, clearly show 
Thy radiant Light within. 

The crystal mirror of my soul. 
Sullied, dimmed and stained; 

From daily contact with the world 
Reflects Thee not — by sin restrained . 

Unworthy is this heart of mine 

Unfit for Thy True Light; 
O purify and make it clean, 

"I would receive my sight!" 

Soon Thy Loving Light will flow 

Into my flawless heart. 
Then filled with joy unspeakable 

I'll see Thee as Thou Art. 



37 



Presentation In Temple 



Now the forty days are over, 
From Bethlehem comes Mary; 
In her arms the Infant Christ 
To make a journey weary. 

Faithful Joseph walks beside her, 
To guard them on the way. 
Submissive to the Law's behest 
They hasten to obey. 

No need for thee dear Mother, 
That mandate to fulfil ! 
Thou gav'st thy heart in sorrow, 
"It is His holy Will." 

For thou thy Son wilt offer, 
In consecrated hands; 
A perfect sacrifice for all. 

And heed the Law's demands. 

Into the Temple of the Lord, 
The heavenly babe is brought, 
Desired of nations — prophesied, 
Of Israel long sought. 

Hoary Simeon — full of years, 
In spiritual elation, 
Knew, received and blest the Child, 
Israel's Consolation. 

But, that Holy Benediction 
Pierced through the mother's heart; 
Sent a sword thrust of affliction, 
Never more would heal the smart. 
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Anna, then, with virtuous crown, 
Of prayer and expectation ; 
Spoke of Him to all around 
Messias of their nation! 

O gladly do we keep this Feast, 
His lowly Presentation, 
Rejoicing with exceeding joy 
For Redemption and Salvation. 

The Brightness of Eternal Light, 
Hath deigned on us to shine, 
Lord, may our souls depart in peace 
In endless Love divine. 



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The Presentation In The 
Temple 



From Bethlehem in Thy Virgin Mother's arms, 

We follow Thee, dear Lord, and pay Thee homage due; 

With holy Simeon, to whom was given 

To be the first of all earth's children 

To embrace Thee as the Savior of Thy kind, — 

And press Thee to his heart, now growing cold; 

Whose darkening eyes, did rest on Thine 

Drawing Thy Light into his inmost soul 

May we, like him, until our lives shall cease, 

Receive Thee daily in our hearts. 

And then, "Depart in Peace!" 

And happy Anna, bowed beneath the load 
Of years and sorrow, but with mind elate. 
Rejoiced to hear, and feel the promised joy; 
For hearts like hers, who long had borne 
All cares and griefs in patience — To feel that now 
All burdens, chilling memories of years gone by 
Grow light, and vanish where the Savior is. 
And age as well as youth His comfort claim. 
That where He is, they may be too, and He 
Their blessed consolation in this world of woe ! 



40 



Kyrie Eleison 

From the rising of the sun, 

To the fading of the day, 
Lo! a ceaseless orison 

From sin stained mortals led astray. 
Kyrie Eleison! 

While this swift revolving Earth 

Tireless on its axis turns, 
With every hour a new born day, 

Each erring heart for mercy yearns. 
Christe Eleison! 

In this garden of our world. 

Some do wait — some watch and weep, 
Others idly spend in mirth. 

Precious hours in sin and sleep. 
Kyrie Eleison! 

Heeding not that tender plea 

"Could'st thou not watch one hour with Me?' 
Lord, if Thou wilt, oh make us clean, 

Remember not our former sin. 
Christe Eleison! 

"Beyond the sorrow there is hope." 

"Beyond the gloom there shall be light," 
Then why so sad my weary soul? 
His light. His Truth will thee console. 
Kyrie Eleison! 



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The Introit 



With joyful song and fervent praise 
Our hearts to God, we wholly raise; 

And bless His Holy Name! 

Before His Throne we kneel, 
And for His mercies render thanks 
To Him, all worthy of our homage leal. 

Into His Presence let us enter in, 

Of His great love He hath pardoned sin; 

Washed us in His own Blood! 

Shed from His side — oh, mighty flood! 
A copious stream of priceless worth, 
Christ's mysterious seal of man's new birth. 

Pleading the merits of our Lord Divine. 

Sweet Queen of innocence, your prayers entwine, 

With those of all the saints; 

Who spotless live in Paradise, 
And share with us this holy Sacrifice! 
Receive our prayer, with theirs who victory won 
Our cry ascends to God — Kyrie Eleison! 



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Gloria In Excelsis Deo 



No sweeter anthems e'er were heard, 
On this fair world of ours; 
Than those celestial harmonies 
Sung by th' angelic choirs, 
In swift descent from Paradise, 
O'er royal Bethlehem's hill, 
Heralds of the "Word made Flesh!" 
Strong to do His will. 

Gloria in Excel sis Deo! 

In wondrous vision they appeared 
To shepherds who night-long 
Beside the watch-fires did abide, 
Shielding their sheep from wrong; 
Enraptured they in holy fear, 
Good tidings from the angel hear; 
This heavenly host in bright array 
Turn midnight gloom to radiant day, 
Gloria in Excelsis Deo! 

Entrancing melodies and words 
(Vouchsafed no more to men!) 
These simple folk receive with joy 
The precious message sent to them; 
By these visitants sublime, 
On the birth-night of our King, 
Carried on the wings of Time, 
Gift bequeathed to us who sing 
Gloria in Excelsis Deo! 



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Immanuel! a helpless Babe 
Of his own Will descends to earth, 
In Virgin Mother's loving care, 
Scorneth not His lowly birth. 
O gentle Shepherd, come to fare 
E'en as these earliest worshippers, 
To win redemption for His sheep, 
Who mid watchful foes do keep. 

In plentitude of love He bought 

With His own blood, the flock He sought. 

"Wearily He seeks for Me, 

May His toil not fruitless be!" 



44 



Credo In Unum Deum 



Brave knights of yore at Holy Mass, 
Drew forth their glittering swords, 
Each held aloft his flashing blade, 
In unison their voices made 
Loud response, with heart aflame, 
In honor of the Holy Name. 
Credo in Unum Deum! 

On high each bore in steadfast hand, 
This hostage of their prime and youth; 
In presence of the King of Kings, 
Ardent champions of His truth. 
Before His sacred altar throne, 
They listen to the priest intone 
Credo in Unum Deum ! 

Fearless warriors of the Cross; 
Staunch defenders of Our Faith! 
All worldly gain they counted loss, n 
Wielding their swords, as history saith, 
'Gainst Christ's foes — nor scorned to die, 
Martyrs indeed — now Saints on high: 
Credo in Unum Deum! 

Confirm me Lord, may I not fear 
Thy soldier thus in life to be! 
I bear Thy seal upon my brow. 
Thy Holy Spirit dwells in me: 
Ancestral Faith and love are mine 
Boundless gifts and graces Thine, 
Credo in Unum Deum! 



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Hold Fast the Faith" — my weapon still 
In that grim warfare, Death's stern will, 
"In this Sign conquer" — while I hold 
My crucifix in hands grown cold; 
And at the end, Christ's voice I'll hear, 
For "Perfect Love doth cast out fear!" 
Credo in Unum Deum! 



46 



Easter 



Rise my soul — Christ is risen — come and sing, 

In joyful praise. 
Offer thy sacrifice of joy and daily bring 
Of all that God has given thee — that gracious King 

Who will thee raise. 
On that great Day Angels will sound 

The trumpet call, 
Summon the faithful servants of their Lord, 
Those who have believed His Word, 

Redeemed all! 

This is the Day the Lord hath made — 
Rejoice! 

Sursum Corda! 
The mighty Sons of God, victorious o'er the grave; 
Victim of Love, He died His sheep to save, 

Hath Life restored — 
No grave or Tomb can hold Him, 

Our Risen Lord, 
Lord of Death, and Lord of Life, ^ 

By all adored. 

Sanctus! Sanctus! Sanctus! Hear the 
Church Triumphant 
In grand refrain 
Welcome the radiant Conqueror home, 

For aye to reign. 
Let us, O Christ, with fervent zest, 
Devoutly love our Faith's bequest 
"Qui propter nos homines, 
"Et propter nos tram salutem 
"Descendit de coelis. Et Homo Factus Est." 



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The Resurrection of our 
Lord 



In the dead of night 
The moon full bright, 
On a garden shone, 
A cave fast sealed 
With a heavy stone, 
Strong Roman guards. 
Watched silently, 
On Calvary hill 
Three crosses high. 

That hollow cave 
Marks Jesus' grave! 
There is He laid, 
By friend betrayed, 
Rejected , despised 
His body chastised, 
Mangled and scarred. 
His young life marred, 
Bought and sold 
By enemies bold. 

Weeps Virgin Mother 
Of Son bereaved 
In an upper room 
With friends sore grieved ! 
To the dead Christ gone 
They only, true. 
For the hope forlorn 
A faithful few, 
They sit and mourn. 

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'Tis dawn of day! 

In vision clear, 

Mary beholds 

Her Son most dear! 

Clothed in glory 

With aspect sweet, 

His own dear Mother 

First to greet. 

And to hear the Easter story. 

Angel the tidings 
To women convey. 
The trembling guards, 
Faint in dismay, 
Earthquake shocks, 
Rend tombs and rocks, 
"Christ is Risen to-day." 

God's foes disperse, 
Jesus is King 
Of the Universe! 
Nor death nor Hell 
Can souls imprison 
Sin is conquered, 
"Christ is Risen," 
Alleluia! 



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Easter 



Sursum Cordal The Lord has risen indeed ! 

Let us be glad, 
Rejoicing on this Day of Days: 
Bring your sacrifice of praise, 

No heart be sad. 

Sursum Cordal The Lamb redeems the sheep. 

O Sinless One! 
Fierce conflict o'er with death and shame; 
The Key to Heaven, His own dear Name. 

O gift, hard won! 

Sursum Cordal Christ lives, and reigns on high. 
In splendor bright. 

In sweet compassion for our race, 

He shed His blood and did efface 

Death's dismal night. 

Resurgam! We shall rise and share 

Eternal bliss! 
Christ will the prize of Life bestow 
On all His dear redeemed below. 

He knoweth who are His! 



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He Has Risen 



The day of dread is over; atonement made, 

For guilty sinners, debarred from God and Heaven; 

HE bore the penalty of sin — For sin to die, 

As HE had been the sinner, 

Justice saw the sacrifice complete, 

Truth proclaimed the Word fulfilled. 

The soul of JESUS, bound to earth is free, 

Now forth it fled. 

And waiting spirits in the boundless realms 

Of hades, hailed its coming and confessed 

It sovereign of their World. 

But woe and fear had held their sway; 
From Calvary to Zion. Fierce winds 
And shuddering earthquakes, shook 
Strong towers to their base! 
Thick darkness hung around the tragic hill. 
The veil was rent, which hid from man 
God's mercy seat! 

At last the weary hours are sped. 

The joyous dawn of Easter flames above; 

The mighty stone, angelic strength has rolled away. 

The senseless guards stretched on the heaving earth I 

CHRIST THE LORD is risen indeed ! 

With rays of glory CHRIST Ineffable, 
Passed subtly through the adamantine rock; 
Legions of Angels, companied by bodies 
Long entombed of risen saints 
In Life, in Majesty, behold the RISEN LORD! 



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Honor and consolation to her HE brings, 
Who gave consent to bear "The Word made Flesh, 
Whose purity hath crushed "The Serpent's head," 
HE, in solemn loveliness before Her stands; 
Imparting filial benediction. 

Then with voice divinely sweet HE soothes. 

The terror of the faithful Magdalene : 

HE sought for those whose faith and sorrow 

Kept them yet in doubt ; 

And when the little band of fond disciples 

Met to talk of the Beloved, 

Lo! JESUS stood among them! 

HE blessed the worshippers, and with the Word, 

That gave them Peace — convinced them 

HE was Man not spirit wholly, 

And so that Day of Days was closed. 

In hope, in peace, in love. 

"Haec dies quam fecit Dominus 

Exultemus et laetemur in ea." 



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The Ascension 



Fair Olivet ! most sacred mount ! 

O'er which the Son of Man once trod, 
To succor souls — to heal their wounds, 

And spent the night in prayer to God. 

O, holy ground ! from which the Son of God 

Ascended to His Heavenly Throne; 
The purest Victim Heaven could find, 

For our transgressions to atone! 

Yet, first upon His chosen few, 

He deigned to impress His last command; 

'Twas theirs to take His place on earth 
And preach His Name in every land. 

With look benign — in act to bless 

The adoring crowd. He rises in the air! 

"Lord of the quick and the dead," His chariot cloud 
Transports him from their sight to Heaven's sphere ! 

In reverent joy the Apostles wait 

The coming of the Paraclete 
Replete with grace to comfort loss, 

His sevenfold gifts, their feet to guide 
Upon the Pathway of the Cross. 



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The Ascension 



Easter joys are waning, 

The forty days now o'er; 
To his home returning 

In majestic power, 
The justice of our God appeased. 

Captive souls by Christ released, 
Heaven receives its King! 

In harmonies celestial. 

Heaven's sweet ministrelsy ! 

Choirs of angel voices 
Hail His victory. 

Ransomed souls with songs of bliss 
Chant in heartful happiness, 

In presence of the King! 

Grieve the loving hearts; 

On Olivet's fair height 
Listening to His parting words 

Ere His heavenward flight. 
In golden radiance to the skies 

Glorious Angels with Him rise 
Matchless escort for the King! 

The chosen few await. 

In confidence assured, 
The promised Comforter, 

The Spirit of the Lord, 
With strength and gifts to consecrate 

Their thorny path — to dedicate 
And bless the chalice bitter, 

The portion of the King! 



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Feast of Pentecost 

Hear, O Holy Spirit, my poor song, 
Breathe Thou Thy Precious fire in me; 

Until my weary heart doth greatly long 

To have swift wings and fly away with Thee! 
O Heavenly Dove! 

O Thou, Who once in fire descended 
On the Apostles, waiting for Thee then; 

As mighty wind from Heaven, Thou breath'st a flame 
O glorious gifts upon twelve chosen men. 
O Spirit of All-Truth! 

By whom the Whole round worid is recreate, 
All hearts instructed in the knowledge of the Truth; 

Long sufi^ering hearts, no more disconsolate. 
Thy peace and comfort do the dying soothe, 
O Blessed Comforter! 

O perfect Gift of God, the only Son, 

Spirit of Love, by whom we are born again, 

Pour in my heart the Sunshine of that Love, 

And through the years to come my Faith sustain, 
O Lord of Life! 



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The Holy Name Of Jesus 



Blessed be the Name of Jesus, 
Jehovah, Helper, Savior, King: 

Once announced by radiant angel — 
To Maiden-Mary, wondering. 

Blessed be the Name of Jesus, 
For no other Name is given; 

Under Heaven, for man's salvation, 
Sorrowing souls by it forgiven. 

The enemy of souls pursues us. 

As we falter on the way — 
Calling on the Name of Jesus. 

Sin and Death, release their prey. 

A mighty tower is His name. 
He the rock and sure foundation 

[n that fortress we are safe. 
In that shelter our salvation. 

Blessed be Thy Name, O Jesus, 

Worthy of all adoration ! 
Veiled angels bow before Thee, 

Earth and Heaven, with all creation; 
"Loudly sing in sweet accord. 

Holy, holy, holy Lord." 



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The Royal Road 



Take up thy cross, and follow Me 
Daily My disciple be; 
Suffering waits thee — every ill, 
Fear thou not to do My Will. 

Strait the path, and hard to find 
Strewn with trials — afflictions sore 
Thy servant shrinks from toil and pain 
"My Child, I trod this Road before!" 

Lord Jesus, I confide in Thee, 
Sufficient in Thy Strength each day; 
To ease the burdens Thou dost send, 
Attest my faith — and smooth the way. 

At close of life — my journey's end 
Death's darksome Valley safely past — 
Thyself wilt ope the Heavenly Gate — 
Thy Hand remove my cross at last. — 



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An Oblation 



Thou Eternal Father, 

1 offer unto Thee: 

The merits of the Precious Blood, 
Thy Son once shed for me! 

Refresh me on my way, 
Assist my faltering feet; 
To travel through the weary day 
Until Death's night I greet. 

Beseeching Christ's own Mother 
Our Advocate most dear. 
In memory of her sorrows 
To pray for me while here. 

Then at the hour of death, 
With our dear ones gone before; 
Thy gentle whisper let us hear 
''Fear not:" Thy Savior's at the Door. 



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The Way To Heaven 

By Thy Precious Blood, 
By Thy Heart all riven; 
By Thy Triumphant Death, 

Show us the Way to Heaven ! 

By Thy Way of tears, 
By Thy mercies given; 
By Thy Resurrection morn 

Teach us the Way to Heaven ! 

By the Spirit of Thy Love, 
By His gifts and graces seven; 
By Thee, O Lord of Life 

We find the Way to Heaven! 

By Thy Sacraments divine, 
By grievous sins forgiven 
By Thy Holy Eucharist, 

We know the Way to Heaven ! 



59 



Pilgrims and Strangers 
Upon Earth 



As travellers through a wilderness, 
As wanderers in a pathless wood, 
Through tangled maze of sinfulness, 
We seek the City of our God. 

In travail and in toil we grope. 
Lord Jesus give us strength of soul; 
Virtue and courage, faith and hope; 
That we may Satan's wiles control. 

Strangers on earth, yet sons of God, 
We yearn for him and our true home; 
Thou art the Very Way itself, 
O may we never from Thee roam ! 

Show us the road, the living Path, 
Our feeble hearts do not despair; 
They ever firmly look to Thee, 
Whose Love alone can guide us there. 



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A Hymn To Jesus 



Jesus, Splendor of the skies, 
To Whom angelic voices rise 
In holy melodies divine. 
Where Everlasting Life doth shine; 
And the thousand times ten thousand sing 
Their mighty anthems to our King. 

Jesus, Whom all worlds adore. 
Gracious Keeper of the poor; 
Sinful, hungry — sad and weak, 
Suppliants we. Thy bounty seek, ; 
Say but the words, "O come to Mel" 
Life of our souls! We cling to Thee! 

Jesus, Infinitely Wise, 
Remember is in Paradise; 
Unworthy we to join the band 
Of Thy redeemed in that Blest Land 
Clothe us in wedding garments white, 
Fit guests of Thine, in God's pure sight. 

Jesus, God, Eternal Love! 
Hear our prayer and let us prove 
Our fervent faith, our constancy 
By ever keeping close to Thee; 
Nor earthly wiles our hearts decoy 
From loving Thee, our only Joy! 



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Feast of SS. Peter and Paul 



Tu es Petrus! In love and hope, 

On stormy billows thou dids't walk, 
At Word of Him ; 
Whose voice did calm the tempest fierce 

And bidst thee come to Him in peace. 

Tu es Petrus! On this Rock, 

I build My Church, of firmest strength 
To fill all Time. 
My word is Truth — the gates of Hell, 
Shall not prevail, or Death destroy 
My Love sublime! 

Tu es Petrus! Our Christian Hope! 

In humble reverence thy people hold 
The Ambassadors of God. 
Two chosen vessels of their Lord — eye witnesses 

To mysteries. Lives offered to the Cross and Sword. 

Tu es Petrus! A simple fisherman 

No earthly culture didst Thou claim, 
Nor great reward. 
Prince of Apostles, exalted dost thou reign 

In the Kingdom of thy Master and thy Lord. 

Tu es Petrus! And on thy shoulder 

Bear the onerous gift — the key of Heaven ! 
That awful Key! 

Which turns the lock for all believers. 

And banishes their sins forever, to the pit of misery. 



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Tu es Petrus! O chosen of the Lord! 

Teacher of Truth, dispenser of rich gifts! 
Unerring Guide! 
Leading men's souls to everlasting life 

Perpetual Feast, which our Shepherd doth provide. 

Tu es Petrus ! Where thy successors are 
There is the changeless Church of God, 
Peter yet lives. 

Great Peter's sacred chair — that holy place, 

Whereon enthroned sit Christ's Apostolic Chiefs 

Tu es Petrus! There to the Sheepfold, 
Home may the stragglers come at last 
And wholly cleave 
To the White Shepherd in sweet tranquility. 
"Under the Son of Mary, and of God, 
Victorious He 
Within whose mighty grasp assigned the 
Glorious Key." 



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De Profundis 



"From out the depths" hear our dear departed sigh, 
Remember them, O Savior, God most High! 
Grant to them, Lord, peace and eternal rest, 
With blessed Light, illume their souls opprest. 
Absolve them from the torturing bonds of sin; 
O cleanse and purify these precious souls w ithin — 
Reach out Thine Hand, Thy strong Right Hand, to save, 
From fearsome darkness, in the Land beyond the grave. 
Loved and forgiven ! Longing to be with Thee ! 
Entreating freedom from their painful misery ! 
Lord hear our prayer — and let their mournful sigh 
Ascend to Thee — To Thee alone we cry. 
Thy Holy Mother's prayer, Thy Church's tears. 
Accept these offerings, laid upon Thine Altar dear, 
And let Thy blessed Angels obey Thy loving voice, 
"Today these souls shall be with Me, in Paradise." 
"With that vast multitude, the fruits of My Salvation." 
Ever before the great White Throne to praise and sing 
With choirs ot perfect souls, in grateful adoration, 
Eternal Alleluias to the Lamb, our heavenly King. 



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Hope 



"In the evening, weeping shall have place 
And in the morning, gladness. "-Ps. 29, v.6. 

Flying clouds o'er a whitening sea, 
Westward looms a threatening sky; 

The wind wails fitfully through the gloom, 
Wild seabirds circle with warning cry. 

A mourner grieving in deep despair, 
In mute revolt against God's decree; 

A desperate struggle 'tween Life and Death, 
Or a hopeless future of misery. 

He hails the rage of the coming storm, 
Welcomes the roar of the heaving sea; 

"O 'tis far too late, this life to reform. 
Death, the sole way by which to be free! 

Above the rush of the wind's rude blast, 
Above the hiss of the surging tide; 

The solemn peal of The Angelus bell; 
Assuages the pain of his anguished pride. 

He humbly murmurs his childhood prayer 
"Hail, Mary," my Mother, come to my aid; 

"It never was known. Thy failure to hear, 
"The cries of Thy children who call Thee — 
Sweet Maid." 

"Save me dear Mother — my Refuge — ^and break 
These fetters of sin in which I'm in thrall: 

'Help of Afflicted ones' — Solace Thy child. 
Show me Thy Jesus — Thy Son — ^and my All!" 



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The gloomy shadows have taken their flight, 
The Sun shines gloriously out of the west; 

The happy birds chant their Vesper hymn, 
The mourner finds peace, and eternal rest. 



Holy Communion 



O Gracious Savior — Dearest Lord, 

This morn have I communed with Thee: 

And now with heartfelt gratitude, 
I thank Thee for this mystery. 

This perfect Gift of perfect Love, 
To me, unworthy sinner given; 

Under this mean and lowly roof. 

Entered the Lord of Earth and Heaven! 

Absorb my soul in thoughts of Thee, 
And hear my praise from day to day: 

With all the company of Heaven: 
My thankful adoration pay. 

My sweetest Guest! abide with me, 
My God, and Everlasting Friend: 

Ever remain within my soul, 
Continue with me to the end. 

Engrave my name upon Thy Heart, 
And on my forehead set Thy Seal; 

Then when the sting of Death is past, 
To me Thy unveiled Face reveal. 



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Before The Tabernacle 



Alone with Jesus! Oh, how sweet, 
To kneel before His Sacred Feet; 
To tell Him all my woes and fears, 
With penitence, my sins and tears; 
Beseech His help, and crave His love, 
For guidance to His Home above. 

Alone with Jesus! quiet hour 
Of Peace and Happiness combined; 
Firm trust in His dear love and power, 
His promise true, His word defined: 
"I will not break the bruised reed, 
Nor quench the burning soul in need." 

O Gentle Savior, love benign, 
Let Thy sweet Spirit in me shine; 
O, keep me safe within Thy arms, 
That I may fear not sin's alarm; 
In all my ways acknowledge Thee, 
My path direct, to Thee made free, 

My scarlet sins as white as snow. 
For Thou, dear Lord, hath loved me so! 
And ever woulds't Thou have me rest 
With confidence upon Thy breast. 
The tie which binds my Lord and me 
So close, no severance can then be! 

Alone with Jesus! Can I fear 
When He, the King of Kings, is near? 
Whose powerful arms around me thrown, 
Protect me wheresoe'er I roam; 
Ah, in Thy Sacrament Divine 
Thou breath'st Thy Spirit into mine! 
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The union of my soul with Him 
Will give me light and grace within; 
And in that Light, so clear my way, 
Till heaven and earth shall pass away; 
Sealed with His seal, amidst His Saints 
My joyful soul hath no complaints. 
The open door — our welcome sure. 
And we are His for evermore. 



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A Prayer 



"May the Lord bless us, and keep us, 
May the Light of His Countenance shine upon us," 
Deep peace sink into the heart of us, 
This bright and blessed morn. 

Now the golden sun is above us, 
God's enkindling Spirit within us, 
May the Fire of His Heart burn within us, 
This bright and joyous noon. 

The darkness of night is around us, 
Our Guardian Angels surround us, 
"Into His hands we commend us" 
"For Thou, O Lord, art among us" 
"In Thee, O Lord, do we trust" 
This calm and peaceful night. 



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Easter Day 



"SURREIT DOMINUS VERE!" 

O sad the day 

When Jesus lay, 
Within the rock-bound garden tomb : 

In sorrow left, 

Mother bereft. 
Of Him who dwelt within her womb! 

O glad the day 

When fled away 
The shadows of the cross and grave: 

The Prince of Life 

In valiant strife 
Vanquished the foe, His sheep to save. 

O glorious Day, 

We sing and pray: 
Stronger His Love than Death and Hell 

Christ is Risen, 

Pardon given 
And Heaven's joys all joys excel. 



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Canticles III— VIII 



SuRGAM — S. Mary Magdalen 

Oh, let me rise early to seek Him, 
Him whom my soul doth love : 
In the streets of the wide, wide city 
In highways of country and grove — 
I seek Him with sighing and tears. 
In vain do I follow His path: 
I ask every watchman who passes, 
They strike at me in their wrath! 

In darkness of night I wandered, 

Sin laden, weeping I roved. 

In the homage of service I found Him 

Him whom my soul had loved — 

No more will I let Him go from me. 

His love is stronger than death; 

As a seal on His heart — as a seal on His arm- 

His adorable mercy forever my wealth! 



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Mother Juliana 

of Norwich, England. 

"Her Revelations." 

O wit it well my soul, He came to me, 

Showed me the Vision of His own dear Love; 

Himself all Love — His precious gift to thee, 

In His dear worthy passion, for our souls He strove 

Her heart and soul so full of joy and bliss 
Bestowed on her, by Him she dearly loved! 
Saw visibly His awful pains on her rude crucifix, 
His piteous suffering! and her breast was moved — 

She saw the red blood streaming o'er His brow. 
The cruel thorny garland pressed on His Head! — 
"Benedicite Domini," her cry did overflow — 
With reverence and wonder, to see such anguish dread — 

Oh! why this pain, this cruel misery? \ 

"Oh! wit it well — " 'Tis all for Love of thee — 

Love is His meaning — His Love the only key, 

To unlock the gate of Heaven, and give us access free! 

He made us, He loved us, all our sins He bore, 
On His scourged shoulders, in His hideous wounds, 
In pierced hands and feet — in lanced side, 
"It is finished!" Lo, I loved Thee — so I died — 

A rich reward awaits His faithful friends 
His love has never slacked, nor ever will! — 
His own dear flock. He loves them to the end, 
"This is the meaning of His Father's Will — 



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'This is the lesson of My painful Cross" 
"I came from Heaven to save my straying sheep — 
"My precious flock — there may not be one lost — 
For I am Love, and Love is ever strong and deep — 



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Tempus Fugit 



A Dirge. 

Departing day 
Now fades away; 
Night's shadows fall, 
Mortals sleep, 
Or pray, or weep, 
For hours past recall ! 

The dying year 
With many a tear, 
Of joy or pain, 
Leaves naught behind 
Save breath of wind 
Returning not again! 



Such is our Life! 

A weary strife. 

Or, toil well done 

Man's common lot, , 

His name forgot — 

Endures scarce one! 

Then watch and wait 
Be not too late: — 
Sudden the Master's call! 
Souls will know 
Their weal, or woe. 
Time's Chronicle tells all! 



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The Dying Year 



The dying year! Oh, when it dies 

Upon its bier place fadeless flowers; 

Of memories sad and sweet! 

Though in its flight came hours of dread, 

And cloudy days — when hearts in sorrow bled, 

Yet, happily, the light it leaves will cheer, 

With radiant hope, the future of the coming year, 

The year is dying; but another dawn. 
Will rise ere long, another new-born year — 
Bright be its coming, clear and calm its morn, 
Cloudless its noon, and eve, as in its prime — 
Let peace and joy, and every blessing fall 
On those whom God permits to run its course. 
Good will and love, the lot of every man — 
Become more glorious, in each passing year. 



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The Ships of My Dreams 



Oh! woe for the ships of my early dreams, 
That sailed away in their morning pride; 
Under sunny skies, — o'er calm smooth seas, 
Gentlest of zephyrs their course to guide. 
They were laden deep with ambitious desires 
For fame and position, — visions of wealth 
All I could wish for, heart burning fires 
Abundance of friends and the vigor of health. 

Day after day the years rolled by 
I watched Life's horizon with many a sigh; 
My gallant ships sailed slowly home 
With tattered sails, — so far did they roam! 
But the storm of Time had worn them down 
Into battered hulks, on which Heaven did frown! 
And all the freight they laid at my feet 
Was a misspent life and a summons to meet 
The Master Whose goods I had wasted! 



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The Golden Wedding 



Our fifty years of wedded love 

Dearest, we keep to-morrow; 
How long it seems since first we met, 

Nor ever dreamed of sorrow ! 
We plighted troth in whisper low, 

On that spring morn so long ago, 
And sealed our happy vows and bliss 

Each to each with love's first kiss 
So long ago ! so long ago ! 

Our night of life is drawing near, 

And parting is at hand. 
Soon the Master's voice will sound 

From the deathless land — 
We cannot tell who first will go. 

To ope the door and let Him know 
That we are ready, hand in hand. 

To bid farewell to dreams of old, 
For, sweet-heart — age doth us enfold 
And youth fled long ago ! 

O lover mine! from virgin youth, 
The years have sped, nor age nor ruth, 

Can e'er recall our early prime. 

Life's sun is set — 'tis even time ! 

If you go first, take thou my heart, 

For thou and I can never part, 

At heaven's gate, that happy place 
Wait thou for me — to share thy grace, 

Until we meet — oh! joyous lot! 

Our youth renewed — Forget me not! 



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On a Pair of Baby's Shoes 

Dear little shoes! Little blue shoes: 
No little feet use: The Baby's asleep! 

The baby sleeps — the mother weeps: 
She misses the babble of baby lips. 
She misses the patter of tottering feet 
Coming to meet her. Ah! never more! 
The baby sleeps. 

Since the baby slept, the mother has kept 

The little blue shoes: ' 
She weeps apart 
For the precious babe, with golden hair: 
Eyes of blue and sweet face fair: 
Which once was laid on her heart: 

The baby sleeps. 

Till its Angel awake it and bears it away. 
To play in the Home of Eternal Day. 



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